What we are yet to know
To be completely truthful I don't think we know nearly as much as we think we do
I don't think we know much at all
As humans we can guess and ponder endlessly
We can wonder about why we are here or tell stories about what could be
I try to wrap my head around that but there is so much I simply can't grasp
if there is any reason behind it
if beautiful accidents happen to the lucky ones
If there is any point or meaning to anything at all
And is there anything after the end
But the lack of understanding doesn't have to be terrifying as strange as it can be
Because at the end of the day we move on or life does without us
So why not embrace the freedom of what we do not know
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The colors of spring and winter
PoesieA poetry book covering topics like mental health, daily life, spirituality, lgbtq identities and the typical experiences of a teenager. The last sections or "dictionary poetry" are a collection in which the poems are inspired by words from the dicti...
